Jim Miller…

I was always terribly intimidated by Jim Miller. To me he was a gruff mountain of a man with a perplexing level of musical talent that seemed ever so out of place on a weekday night in Bemidji. To be clear, I don’t think we were ever introduced, nor did I ever say much more to him than “hello” or “great show”. But that man was a musical force that within my memories of my early twenties, stands in stark contrast to the perpetual frivolity that was the string of high heeled evenings I spent at Hardtimes back when it was really Hardtimes.  And that music was one of the only things that was enchanting enough to distract a 21 year old from the sound of that bar door swing squeak that brought boredom or thrill, or most likely a gauntlet of the two. My condolences to his friends and family, he will be missed. C

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